For those of you reading that that have found themselves in a auto bingle (your fault of the other persons) and followed your insurance claim process from start to end, then you’ll know the process fairly well. For those like me who have had a few scrapes (and near misses) but never had to put an insurance claim before up until now – welcome to my journey. In which I’ve learnt one thing in particular that will could take a bit of hassle out of the process if you find yourself in a similar situation…
‘Smoke? Is that smoke? Oh ffs, what’s going on here?’ my first words spoken rather loudly as I drove up my driveway last night and watched something white and ghost like attempt to snake it’s way out of my bonnet. It’s been a while since Stag hiccups, the last one being the stretched throttle cable a few months ago..
Thankfully it wasn’t smoke, it was steam but it’s still not a great feeling when you lift the lid and half your block has had a coolant related steam bath. And currently resembles some kind of rain forest…
Seriously, it couldn’t have happened at a worse time. I’ve taken a week of work to move house twenty clicks down the road (and if you want to read about the torture involved and learning how to work with something French, you can check it out right here) and on my first day back at work the Stagea died an idle death at a busy roundabout right in the middle of school drop off time…
Ugh. I suppose it was only a matter of time before my hard working battery decided it was well and truly sick of my antics and threw up the white flag of defeat. It was just annoying that it decided to die in an area where finding a replacement would be a task. Especially when I was already late for work to begin with…
Well it’s come that time finally. Time to roll up the sleeves and tool away as much as possible to the get the Warwagon ready for another roadworthy check. The last check had a couple of niggling little things on there but now that I have both some time and money, join me as we patch things up to pass any scrutineers scrutiny..
Once upon a time I was getting pretty rubbish fuel economy in my C34 Nissan Stagea – mileage up there with my old Rx7 which honestly wasn’t that great (just a sniff over 400ks to a tank). However once I swapped out the dead o2 sensor things improved slightly but given the short trips too and from work that really abused the fuel tank, it still wasn’t anything to write home about.
But now that I’m driving 35kms each way to work and back daily on the great highway known as the M1, would this be a better test of how much juice the Warwagon sips on from fill up to petrol light?
Lets find out – roll on the Stagea fuel economy test!
I’ve been sneezing my absolute head off recently without really knowing why. Suspecting something in the car might possibly be doing it, I began the hunt to see if the Stagea cabin filters were actually filtering and not taking the decade off..
I’d owned my Nissan Stagea for all of 3 days when a tripled light warning flashed up one night on the way to a friends house. Not ideal considering one of those lights was ‘check engine’ and I figured I’d bought pure citrus.
After a quick Googling it seemed at least one of my coil packs were having a rough time…not an end of the world scenario but not ideal for proper running..
New Years Eve – I should have been putting some ice on the Coronas, party pies in the oven and some resolutions on my to do list in preparation for howling at the moon around midnight. Instead I was driving from town to town playing a game of ‘Do I have enough juice to make it to the next service station?’
AKA Now that I’ve finally gotten around to replacing my oxygen sensor in the Stagea, lets make sure it’s doing what it’s supposed to be doing.
So I just bought a 2000 Nissan Stagea (more about the overall car coming soon) and the only problem I’ve come across so far is a supreme lack of illumination under the Stagea shifter (the automatic shifter P-R-N-D-3-2 gear panel). Luckily it’s a pretty easy fix and only takes a few minutes to get it to show up in the dark once more.